I remembered the ring, and immediately wondered how I could possibly have forgotten it for so long. "I wish that I would make it out of here alive and unbitten," I whispered.
"Yeah, well you can wish all you want, but you've got about three minutes left to live," taunted Kyra. She and Arnold were staring intently out the window. They'd pulled the curtains completely open to give themselves a full view of the moon. "mmm....two and a half.." Kyra said, pulling her robe open now. Arnold's boxers bulged now- was he getting turned on by the moon or his sister, I wondered.
"Two minutes," said Arnold, now nuzzling Kyra's neck, pulling her robe off. For a moment, I thought she might push him away, but instead, rubbed her bare ass against his bulging shorts. Meanwhile Karen had begun to regain consciousness, and gotten to her feet. She motioned for me to be silent, as she worked at the knots by my hands.
"One and a half," Kyra said, as Arnold slid his boxers off, his erection waving madly. Karen had gotten one knot undone, but was having trouble with the other.
"One minute," gasped Kyra as she braced herself against the windowsill, Arnold sliding inside of her from behind. Karen had stopped untying the knots, her eyes focused on both the couple and the outside world, anticipating the moonrise. Karen reached up, sliding the straps of her negligee down, letting it fall to the floor.
"Th-thir-thirrrty...seconds," Kyra gasped, as Arnold continued to take her from behind. Karen continued to zone out, a dreamlike look in her eyes.
"Karen!" I hissed at her, motioning to my feet, though I still was working on the remaining knot which bound my right hand.
"Trust me," she whispered back, smiling as the first rays of moonlight hit her eyes. Kyra and Arnold's soft moans and grunts grew in volume almost immediately, their slow fucking turning into a frenzied rough rut as their bodies began to contort.
To be around one werewolf, whether it was Karen or Arnold was a powerful situation. But being around three werewolves as they shifted was almost too much for me to handle. Time seemed to slow down, and I quit even bothering with the knots as I watched all three of them change in exquisite detail.
Arnold's back grew covered in fur as his spine bowed and popped. Kyra's face stretched forward into a muzzle almost immediately, and her extra breasts blossomed from her torso, even before much fur had grown. Karen meanwhile, had been massaging herself, urging her change forward, to keep pace with the others. The beautiful coat of strawberry blonde fur had grown in nicely, and now her frame was gaining mass.
All around me, the air was filled with the intoxicating scent of musk, and the moaning growls of transformation. My cock was at an almost painful level of erection. I still didn't know how or if my wish would work, but I was near the point of not caring, so long as someone would service my hard on.
Then Karen reached out with a taloned hand, slashing the ropes, freeing me. She grabbed my wrist, dragging me out of the room, out of the house, and onto the street. Kyra and Arnold seemed not to notice, they were too wrapped up in their rut, it would seem.